Christmas Greed Poem by grace mariner

As I sit and I watch
as the crowds rushing by
Tis the season to spend spend spend.
And I wonder as I watch
how much good can they buy
for this greed that seems to know no end.
Do we take thought or time
to think past me or I
of less fortunate among our fellow men?
Do our hearts feel their loss?
Does a tear fill our eye?
Are there ways we can help each other mend?
So as we hurry on
can each of us please please try
to make some difference in the end.
Share a word, a gift, a smile
for those with less than you and I.
These things all help the spirit mend.